I want to thank all my readers for their reviews and for the ones who DON'T, I know you are waiting until the end so it is OK. This may be really weird, but it is the only way I could think of. Yes, there is a big thing coming up. No, Lady Heather is not involved. That is all I will share because I don't want to give the story away. Please please review. – Katy (When I'm weird I am VERY weird. When I am funny I am VERY funny. When I am sad I am very very sad. My imagination is too active)

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Sara could tell there was something on Gil's mind, but she didn't know what it was. At first she was afraid that being physical with him had done something, but he gave her a kiss and reassured her that everything was fine.

"We don't have to go through with this if you don't want to," Sara said as she straightened Gil's tie. "We can go back home."

Gil shook his head. "I want to be able to have memories of my family," then he added. "Not to mention Dr. Pridmore is doing this as a favor to Dr. Stogner. "

Sara grabbed her purse. "I know," she said. "I'm just afraid it won't work."

Gil shrugged. "Let's put that aside," he suggested. "So what if it doesn't work. I believe that I love you and I believe that I love Emily. I want my old memories, but we can make new ones."

Sara laid her hand on his cheek and smiled. "Now you sound like my Gil," she said.

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"Did you sleep well?" Dr. Pridmore asked.

They were back in Dr. Pridmore's familiar office, sipping on coffee. Sara had accepted a muffin, but it sat uneaten on the coffee table. She wasn't only nervous that the procedure could worsen Gil's condition, she was afraid that unwanted memories would resurface. She hadn't told Dr. Pridmore about Gil's mood a month before the accident and she didn't want to. Those negative thoughts and feelings that he had during that time was something she didn't need in her life.

"Well," Gil started. "I slept alright, but I had a terrible headache. I have had migraines in the past, but this was off the charts."

Dr. Pridmore nodded. "What were you doing before the headache occurred?"

Gil looked over at Sara and she gave him a nod. "We were trying to be intimate with each other," he said. "I have very strong feelings for her and I wanted to express myself to her."

Dr. Pridmore nodded. "The fact that you are having these feelings is a big step," he said. "It means that Sara is an instinct now. Have you had these headaches before?"

Sara shook her head, but Gil nodded. "I had them when Sara first brought Emily home," he said. "She tried to climb up into my lap and I had this powerful headache. It wasn't as bad as last night."

Dr. Pridmore nodded. "It could be a number of things," he explained. "It could be your memories, or it could be a symptom of something else. "

Sara gave Dr. Pridmore a worried look. "Could it be a tumor?" she asked.

"It could be," Dr. Pridmore said. "But we didn't see anything on the CT scan. I don't believe that's what it is," he paused and picked up his clip board. "Are we ready to get started?"

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"This session is going to be a little different," Dr. Pridmore said. "I am going to turn out all the lights and ask you to lay back and try to sleep. Don't fall over the brink, just listen to my voice."

Gil laid his head back against the leather arm rest and closed his eyes. Though Sara wasn't in the room, he could feel her eyes through the two-way mirror. He felt the touch of sleep wash over him, but he did not fall into the dark precipice. Instead he listened to the clock.

"This time I am going to pick your happy place for you," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "It is a room filled with filing cabinets."

In his imagination, Gil pictured himself standing in the evidence room of CSI headquarters. The building was empty and the lights were low. On the table in front of him were files and boxes.

"Can you see yourself in this place?" Dr. Pridmore asked. "Describe it to me."

Gil described the floor and the walls that were painted a dull gray. He described the ladder that was used for retrieving evidence off of the top shelf, as well as the fold-out table in the middle of the room. The boxes that lined the silver, metal shelves were all sealed with red tape.

"Gil," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "I want you to look up on the very top shelf. There you will see a boxed marked 'Memories'. Pull it down and set it on the table."

Gil pulled the ladder over to the desired self and climbed towards the top to retrieve the desired box. When he reached it, he noticed it was dusty. He blew the dust off and lifted it in his arms.

"It's heavy," he said aloud.

"I know," Dr. Pridmore said. "Now be careful as you climb down. Make sure the table is cleared of everything before you set the memories on it."

The fold-out table was cluttered with folders and bags of evidence. Gil picked them up, one-by-one, and returned them to their appropriate boxes. He returned the boxes to the shelves, but one wouldn't budge.

"I can't move this one," Gil said aloud.

"Try," Dr. Pridmore's voice said.

Gil set his jaw and tugged on the box with all his might. He was by far the heaviest box of evidence he had ever seen in his life. He put both his hands on one side of it and tried to push it off and onto the floor. It was no use, it held fast as if it were glued on.

"It's stuck," Gil said.

Dr. Pridmore racked his brain. It had been his plan to have Gil's mind clear when opened his memories, but the presence of this mysterious something was challenging.

"Open it," Dr. Pridmore said. "Take out the contents, but don't look at them."

Gil tugged the lid off and closed his eyes. He reached in and felt around the box. What he felt made him shiver and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"I can't," he said.

"Look at it," Dr. Pridmore said. "Tell me what is in it."

Gil forced his eyes open and looked into the box. A pair of eyes looked back at him and he felt a chill creep down his spine. He recognized the girl in the box, but how she had contorted herself to fit inside an evidence container, Gil did not know.

"There is a girl in here," he said.

"Do you know her?" Dr. Pridmore asked.

Gil shook his head. "No," he said. "But I recognize her. I ... I hate her."

Gil looked at the girl in the box and wondered what he should do. He needed to get everything off the table before opening the box of memories.

"Excuse me," he said to her. "I need you to leave."

The girl in the box shook her head. "I love it here in your mind," she said. "I can do whatever I want to. "

Gil sighed and set the box of memories on the table. "I am going to open it anyway," he said aloud.

"Gil," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "It's very important that we have everything off the table before opening the box."

Gil turned to the girl in the box. "I want you to go," he said, tipping her box over. "Get the fuck out of my head!"

The girl laughed a laugh that echoed through every room and that seemed to come at him from all angles. Every light in the lab turned on and Gil felt himself panicking. Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, loud, angry footsteps that terrified him. He took hold of the lid on the box of memories and opened them. Dust flew up when he yanked the lid off and he cautiously peered into it.

"It's empty," he said regretfully.

The lights in the evidence room began to flicker and the girl's laughter still rang in his head. "I'm your problem, Gil," the woman said.

Gil covered his ears and sat down on the cold, tiled floor. "Get out my head… get out of my head… get out of my head… get out of my head," he said. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

He stood up angrily, but then everything was quiet. The girl was gone and the box of memories sat on the table, still closed and untouched. He gripped the lid and slowly pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor. Inside sat a picture, but not just any picture; an ultrasound picture.

"All I see in the box is an ultrasound picture," he said.

"Look deeper into the box," Dr. Pridmore suggested.

Gil set the picture aside and looked deeper. The mouth of the box was black and he had to reach his hand in. With the tips of his fingers, he touched something. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was a teddy bear. He set the bear aside and turned the box upside down. Out fell toys, and jewelry, and pictures.

"There is a lot of stuff," Gil said, eyeing the contents on the table.

"You'll notice that everything on the table is tagged," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "Read the tags and tell me what they say."

Gil picked up the teddy bear. "The teddy bear's named is Frank. I bought this for Emily when she was in surgery," Gil said, setting the bear to the side.

Next he picked up a silver necklace with a small, blue heart on it. The pendant was a blue diamond. "I gave this necklace to Sara on Valentine's day. I wanted to get a red one, but the jeweler didn't make them in red," he said as he read the tag.

Gil picked up every item and read their tags. Most of them were toy's he gave Emily and some were photos that had been taken. His favorite item was a baby blanket. He held it to his nose and breathed in the smell of baby lotion and milk. The memory was so welcomed in his mind that he cried.

"These memories feel good," Gil said.

"Now Gil," Dr. Pridmore said. "I want you to pick up your memories and leave the room. Carry it out; don't put it back in the box."

Gil folded the baby blanket and neatly stacked everything up so that he could carry it. He balanced everything carefully and turned to leave. A whispering behind him caught his attention and he turned to set the girl in the box inching towards him. It was a terrifying sight to see and Gil almost dropped his memories.

"Don't forget me, Gil," she said. "You'll regret it."

"Gil, I want you to walk out of the lab and into the parking lot. Don't drop your memories, keep them close to you," Dr. Pridmore's voice said.

Gil ignored the girl and walked out towards the lot. It was strange to see the lab so empty and quiet. His footsteps echoed on the walls and he heard a peculiar noise that made him look back. There he saw the girl, her black hair hanging loose in front of her eyes. Her body was half-out of the box and she was pulling herself with her hands along the ground. Her eyes were trained on Gil and he turned and hurried towards the lot, anxious to get away from the girl.

"Gil!" she screamed in a voice so shrill he wanted to cover his hears.

Though her frightening cries were painful, Gil still ran towards the lot with his arms around his memories. The exit up ahead seemed so far away and every step he took seemed to only distance himself more. The sound of the dragging box told Gil that the girl was still back there, and that she was determined to take his memories away.

"Walk out the exit," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "And you'll come to the lake. It is quiet there and you can see Sara and Emily sitting by the lake. Take your memories over to them and together you will all walk along the path and come back."

Though Gil could hear Dr. Pridmore plainly, he couldn't see what he was told to see. When he opened the exit he saw the dessert. The night was very dark and rain fell heavily. Out in the distance, he saw the outline of an overturned car.

"I'm not at the lake," Gil said. "I see a car and something moving underneath it."

Though his memories were getting wet, Gil plopped in the mud towards the car. In the mud was a hand; a familiar hand that grouped in the mud for something. A voice could be heard from underneath the car, gasping for air and straining to get free. Gil hurried over to help, but didn't know how he could help the person without dropping his memories. Behind him, something sloshed in the mud. Gil turned and saw the dark haired girl, her body still half-in the box. She was digging her fingers into the mud and pulling herself up towards him.

"Gil, hold onto your memories," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. "You can't lose them. I want to close your eyes and count to ten."

Gil closed his eyes. "One," the sound of the dragging box was closer and the voice under the car was recognizable. "Two"

"Gil," said both the voice under the car and the long haired girl.

"Three," Gil said, holding onto his memories tightly.

"I've got a pain in my sawdust," the voice from under the car said." That's what's the matter with me."

"Four!" Gil shouted.

"Something is wrong with my little inside," the long haired girl said. "I'm just as sick as can be."

"Five," Gil said, looking up into the rain.

The poem was not unfamiliar to Gil, but why it was being said was unknown. Did he sing it for Emily or was it on one of her favorite programs. The tone that it was being said in was eerie and unsettling.

"Six," Gil said.

"Oh, sad was the day for the little bisque doll," the voice under the car said. " For they cut all her stitches away and found the seat of the terrible ache."

Just then, Gil recognized the hand and the voice. He dropped his load and saw his memories fall from his arms as if in slow motion. Everything spilled onto the dessert floor and was lost in the rushing water. He got to his knees and took the hand in his own.

"Sara," he said. "I'm here. I'm sorry I left you alone."

Gil felt something grab his leg and he looked back into the pale face of the long haired girl. "Everyone hurry as fast as you can," she said to him. "I've got a pain in my sawdust"

Gil l shook his foot, but the girl held fast. Under the car, Sara shouted for help, but he didn't know what to do.

"Gil you'll forget everything that happened," Dr. Pridmore's voice said. 'Wake up."